Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932) was crippled and twisted most of her life with arthritis. She wrote the beautiful poem I've illustrated.
She also lost her mother, then father, and even her adoptive parents. Out of these exceedingly difficult circumstances, she developed a sensitivity to suffering that helped her understand and encourage others who also were suffering.
There is an excellent biography of Annie at Precept Austin
WHAT GOD HATH PROMISED
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.
God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.
~ Annie Johnson Flint